Inside the secret chamber.
Ren Ye planted one foot on Ghost-Headed Saber's chest, slowly pressed down with his leg, and ground his foot hard against him. "Aren't you supposed to be exceptionally clever and skilled at trickery? Why haven't you said a word now?"
"Pfft!"
Gravely wounded, how could Ghost-Headed Saber withstand such torment? His head merely lolled to one side as he vomited a great mouthful of blood.
"Still hiding something, huh?" Ren Ye looked down at him and said lightly, "Heh, honestly, I don't believe for a second that Guan Feng, who spent so long plotting in the shadows, would have so few tricks once he showed himself. I haven't fought many Third Grade people, but I can still vaguely tell that you're no outstanding genius at this stage."
"How... how could there be so many geniuses in this world...?" Ghost-Headed Saber lay panting on the floor. "Mediocrity is the norm. I... this is all I'm capable of. I lost, and that's that."
"I might believe that from someone else, but not you." Ren Ye shook his head. "The only son of the White Python Tribe's esteemed Witch Lord, the direct heir of someone ranked among the top two of the Southern Border Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings-and you say you're no genius? Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that. If your father put in just a little effort, even a pig he trained would have to become a leading figure among the Southern Border's younger generation, wouldn't it?"
"Heh, my father?" Lying on the floor, Ghost-Headed Saber sneered, his expression full of mockery. "All I know about him... is that he fathered me. Nothing else. You think I must have received the White Python Tribe's most mysterious inheritance. But have you ever considered that if I had received it, why